Dawson Black személy
„ I was outside, and it looked as if a light show was going on in your bedroom. Daemon said you were mas-”
And Dee also knew no boundaries.
„Ah, no, please, don't finish that sentence.” – He lowered his hands, eyes narrowing at his sister. „Don't ever finish that sentence.”
– Did you think that locking me up in the community was the best answer?
– Did you think you could stop me?- Power shot from me, smacking into the door behind Dawson, blowing it off the hinges and into the house. – I’ll burn the world down to save her.
– You need Katy. – He opened his eyes, and for the first time since the shit went down at Mount Weather, there was understanding in his gaze. – I get that. I do.
– She needs you, too, – Beth whispered.
“Then what are you worried about?” he asked.
“You. Dee. Archer. Dawson and Beth, even though they’re safe for now. I’m even worried about Luc.” I paused, frowning. “Though Luc is probably the last person I should worry about because he’s Luc, but I’m scared for him and even Hunter and Lore and Serena. I’m worried that—”
Daemon kissed me deeply, cutting off my words, and he took that kiss to a whole new stratosphere. “You’ve got a big heart, Kitten.” His lips cruised over mine as he spoke. “That’s what I love about you most. Well, that and I am a really big fan of your sweet body, but your heart? Yeah, that completes the package of you, wraps it up with a nice little bow. It makes you perfect to me.”
“Sometimes . . .” I stared at him, blinking back wetness. “Sometimes you say the most amazing things.”
“And I do love the sight of my hands on your ass, too.”
A laugh burst out of me. “Oh my God, and then you say things like that.”
“Got to be myself.”
“We’re connected—all of us. From the moment they came, we’ve been inside one another’s heads. I’m not sure how it works. It’s never been like this before. Maybe it’s because there are so many of us here, but when I’m in my true form, there’s no hiding from it. It’s not too bad . . . now. There are things they don’t know, that we’ve been able to keep from them, but I’m not sure how much longer that’s going to work.”
“Us?” I whispered.
He nodded. “Dawson and me.”
I frowned, clearly not remembering him as being a friendly. “But he hit me with the Source.” And I was also pretty sure he’d cracked my skull in the process.
Daemon’s eyes deepened to a vibrant moss green. “Yeah, and his jaw has been thanked for that. He didn’t have a choice, though. Another was heading for you, and he did what he did to stop one of them from killing you.”
I snatched the phone from his hands, turned, and threw it as hard as I could. The little square object flew clear across the room and shattered against the opposite wall.
“What the hell, man?” Dawson exploded, hands flying up. “I was on level sixty-nine of Candy Crush, you bastard. Do you know how hard that—?”
“We’ll be okay once Dawson comes back.”
“We’ll be . . . ?” I trailed off as my eyes widened. My jaw came unhinged and dropped as I gaped at her.
I stared at where her hand was and watched in dawning horror as she rubbed her belly in slow, steady circles.
Oh no. Oh, hell to the no to the tenth power.
I started forward and then stopped. “Beth, are you . . . are you pregnant?”
She tipped her head back against the wall and squeezed her eyes shut. “We should’ve been more careful.”
My legs suddenly felt weak. The sleeping. The exhaustion. All of it made sense. Beth was pregnant, but at first, like a total idiot, I didn’t understand how. Then common sense took over, and I wanted to scream, Where were the condoms? But that was kind of a moot point.
“So . . .” Archer cleared his throat. “Do you guys know if it’s a boy or a girl?”
“This week,” she replied, resting her cheek on his shoulder. “They want to do an ultrasound. It might be too early to tell.”
A small smile appeared on Archer’s face. “If it’s a boy, you should name him Archer.”
Daemon faced the Origin. “They should name him Daemon.”
“Daemon 2.0? I don’t know if the world can handle that.” Dawson laughed under his breath, shaking his head.